Uriel should've been dead. And maybe he was.
But maybe he wasn't.
He didn't know. The system didn't know. And Miquella didn't seem to know either, her smile having vanished, replaced by a deep frown.
Part of her wanted to look away, but a bigger part of her refused to. She wanted to remember.
'The price of weakness.'
….
Everything broke. Uriel tore it all apart.
In his madness, with the endless power of the fallen dragons fueling his body, he broke himself down and plunged himself into a hell of his own making.
But when he broke everything… he broke everything.
[Your Mage Tool, Eye of Ciel, has shattered!]
[The Core-Bound Artefact Attire, Flawless Scholar's Set, has been destroyed!]
[The Core-Bound Artefact Weapon, Broken Fang of Hate, has been destroyed!]
